The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

"Your father's spirit in heaven should be relieved to see this scene." Caltera said slowly.

The father of the man in front of him was one of the "Twelve Great Disciples" of Zhilanong, who was at the same level as Caltera, but was beheaded by the dark scriptures of the Theocracy in an operation.

The magic casters of Zhiranong have killed many civilians and soldiers of the Theocracy, while the Theocracy has slaughtered members and even high-level officials of Zhiranong. The two sides have irreconcilable blood feuds.

It was to avenge his father that he joined Caltra to learn the technique of undead manipulation.

"This time, we must destroy the bastard's dark scripture!" the man growled. "I want to kill all the people in this town in front of them!"

The dark scripture has always been a sword of Damocus hanging over the heads of all members of Zhiranong.

Even if they can summon undead and demons powerful enough to fight against the Sunshine Codex, once the Dark Codex is put into the battlefield, the situation will instantly turn to one side.

In the face of the ghostly action mode and devastating individual violence of the Dark Codex, the magic casters of Zhiranon are too vulnerable.

The reason is that there are no 'hero' and 'transcendence' level personnel among the personnel available to Zhilanong.

However, this time is different.

Their lord got the most powerful helper, which was stronger than the warriors of the Dark Codex. Unless the ancient dragon king or the holy angel came back, they would never be defeated-the most powerful demon!

Looking at his disciple, Caltra narrowed his eyes.

"Before you act tonight, let me show you the ultimate demon that the leader lent us."

"Is this... okay?" The disciple became excited. He grew up in Zhiranong, and he was completely a devil worshiper.

"Take it as a reward for your hard work in completing the mission." Caltera pointed ahead, a passage in the underground fortress.

"Go over there, that's it."

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Caltera knelt down on one knee, a broken corpse in front of his eyes.

The investigators who were active on the front line half an hour ago are now a cold corpse with its heart dug out.

His only remaining eye was wide open, as if he couldn't believe what had happened.

"There's no way. People who are only capable of manipulating familiars and obtaining information are useless if they are blind in one eye." Caltra thought calmly.

"Simply, let's make some contributions to Zhiranong at the end."

The devil sat on the throne of the black stone, holding the bright red heart between his five fingers like iron hooks. The heart that had just been taken from the living body seemed to be beating continuously.

"It's okay this time, it's very young." The devil spoke out.His voice is full of magnetism, like an elegant middle-aged man.

The figure of the demon is quite huge, almost filling the throne.The horns on his head are larger than those of an adult yak, his skin is gray and white, and his whole body is covered with strong muscles.

It is almost like a sculpture from the hands of an ancient Greek master craftsman, both healthy and full of evil.

Two demons stood on both sides of his jade throne. They had the same shape as the Great Demon, except that they were smaller in size, and their color was iron blue.

The gray devil stuffed the bright red heart into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing.

"The human heart is really delicious."

"I will give you more hearts." Caltera said reverently. "I just hope that you can realize my wish and destroy the dark scripture."

"You are not qualified to order me, human being." The demon said coldly.

He rose from the throne.

He was over three meters tall, had a wingspan of over four meters, and had long arms that reached down to his knees.The demon who stood up released an unparalleled oppressive force.

"I have signed a contract with the person who summoned me, and I will complete the contract, and then..." the demon moved his neck while speaking.

"I will provide you with sufficient sacrifices." Caltra said with his head bowed.

"Sacrifice..." At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the space.

Black viscous liquid emerged from the floor, covering the corpse whose heart had been dug out.

The black liquid twisted and swayed, and within a moment, the corpse disappeared.

Dissolved...no, more like being dragged into the shadows.

At the same time, a black figure appeared on the spot.

He was wearing a black and purple robe. Although the robe was close to a human body, it was completely black.

It is not so much a person, but a pure black shadow wriggling.

"You're here too." The devil said slowly, he didn't look in the direction of the shadow man.

"I... want to carry out... the task..." the shadow man said in a hoarse voice.

The devil knew that that guy didn't have the ability to speak, it used magic power to simulate the sound.However, the sound it simulates is ugly and not smooth.

"Be...careful...careful...for the best..."

Regarding its cautious attitude, the devil let out a laugh.

"You don't need to appear at all, I am enough alone, because the human beings in this world are very weak——"

The demon chuckled.

"—That's right, very weak. The so-called 'heroes' in this world are nothing but jokes."